text_original: All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew.
text_transcription: ALL HER BRIGHT GOLDEN HAIR TARNISHED WITH RUST SHE THAT WAS YOUNG AND FAIR FALL INTO DUST LILY LIKE WHITE AS SNOW SHE HARDLY KNEW SHE WAS A WOMAN SO SWEETLY SHE GREW
phonemes: ˈɔːl hɜː bɹˈaɪt ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛɹ tˈɑːɹnɪʃt wɪð ɹˈʌst, ʃiː ðæt wʌz jˈʌŋ ænd fˈɛɹ fˈɔːlən tə dˈʌst. lˈɪli lˈaɪk, wˈaɪt æz snˈoʊ, ʃiː hˈɑːɹdli nˈuː ʃiː wʌzɐ wˈʊmən, sˌoʊ swˈiːtli ʃiː ɡɹˈuː.